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~Richie’s POV~
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“Isn’t Richie a guy’s name?” the man asked as I walked into the rundown looking building. It had some hope of looking rustic and I got the feeling this would be more my type of a bar than Benji’s Irish pub back in New York. A rock bar.
“Well if I’m a guy there’s no chance of us getting a date sunny,” I replied and looked up at the rafters. It looked like some medieval hut more than anything, but I could see where the stage would be. The bar would probably be in the middle, best for the space positioning anyways, I think and nod to myself. He came to a stop beside me.
“You know I’m quite restrained. I don’t expect to have sex with you on our first date,” he said throwing me a seductive smile.
“Well I’m even more restrained. I don't even expect to have a first date with you,” I reply and walk out of the bar as his work mate came over laughing loudly and slapped his back.
“You got told!” the work mate said laughing and the guy pushed him away.
“Shut up,” he grunted as I walked out of the bar.
I chuckled to myself as I walked down the road with a swing in my step and my rucksack over my shoulder. Nottingham… Not so bad, I think, I wonder what Gloucester is like… the thought hummed on the tip of my lips. If Nathan doesn’t hate me anymore than he does by the end of this I might have to ask him to show me around Gloucester. I’d like that, maybe… I pushed it away when I walked into the café and got the full wave of warmth and strong aroma of coffee.
I ordered my drink and a large chocolate cookie, sat down and indulged myself open the riches of food and drink. It was interesting to hear other people’s problems. The girl aside me was talking to another girlfriend of hers. I picked up that the girl with the dark brown, straight hair was called Milly and the one with a hell of a problem. Her ‘Friend’ was called Frankie, a butch looking girl with large shoulders and a blotchy white and pale face, the kindest eyes you would ever see though. Warm and sparkly brown. Trust worthy she would be, I think and take a sip of my coffee as the two talked in hushed tones.
“I love you Frankie, I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Milly said and reached out to touch Frankie’s hand gently.
“But,” Frankie said looking hurt.
“Well, my boyfriend Thomas you see… He wouldn’t understand,” Milly said and Frankie sighed pulling away.
“It’s because you don’t want to admit you’re a lesbian? Is that it!” Frankie said angrily and Milly snapped her head around to see who heard.
“No. Look Frankie…”
“No Milly,” the tall woman stood up and looked down on the small Milly. “Just no.” She turned and left, leaving Milly looking hurt.
I felt sorry for the girl, but dam right glad I wasn’t in that kind of situation. For me love has always been simple, black I hate you, or white I love you. When you give your heart to someone, there had to be no doubts or hesitations cause if so then you’d end up hurting them more than yourself and that wasn’t right.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out and looked at the text message.
Jay to Richie: We R meetin up at Mine. U Wanna come ovr?
Richie to Jay: Yep. B There in a min :P
I put my phone away and stood up to leave and left the sad looking girl by herself and her phone that had gone off.
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A/N:
Sorry for the shortness of this, working on English at the moment as well as another fanfic so if any of yous out there like Supernatural you sould go check out 'These Are My Broken Wings' :) Next chapter soonish :P
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Fanfiction~A sequel to Sail Away- Nathan Sykes~. When I, Richie Lee Jones, was enlisted to Nottingham to help a mate start up his new bar I had no idea that I would get this far in the mud. After a rough break up, Nathan Sykes is still bleeding. I’m fresh of...
